Couldn't breath! She had sprinted to the den as fast as her human legs could carry her in fear of getting caught in the inevitable shift. Really, she never made it inside the den. Once in front of the opening, she gave into the engulfing sorrow and rage. It was probably the fastest shift she had ever done. Pity since the physical pain would have been a respite of the torture in her heart. And it probably wasn't anything close to what Lili was going through.
Once she was shifted, she stood on all four legs, joints locked. This howl was going to be hours long. Until sun up. It was the only vigil she could offer her friend.
Her howl would be able to travel down the mountain and into town. All lycans and Nature Spirits would be able to hear and understand the long and mournful notes. Vampires and demons, while probably wouldn't understand what her vocals said, might note there was a very upset mourn filled lycan howling for the remainder of the night hours.
Her howl started angry. Angry for Harry getting killed. Angry for him not bothering to say good bye. Angry at herself for letting her hurt feelings prevent a last pleasant encounter instead of the resentful one a few weeks ago. Anger with how this would hurt Amaris. She too, loved Harry.
Most people who met him liked him, at the least. The more one got to know him, you couldn't help but befriend him. It didn't matter what race you were. Harry was a listening ear, a mediator, and a friend to all he met. Who would want Harry dead? Who had the ability to kill a lycan? The confusion and lack of information added to her anger.
Eventually, with the waxing moon cresting, her notes sang of her deep sorrow. Her memories of him flirting with baby Faith. There was the times he and Lili came over for family meals. When he had helped her with Toni and her first shift. The full moon where she had wrecked the forest. Oh he had been so angry with her over that. Still, he had forgiven her.
She was sure there were many stories that she never knew from all of those he had touched in his short life. She hoped they would come add to her howl in their own time, to honor Harry.
The Lycans would not be the only ones to miss him. Harry worked closely with the Nature Spirits. They too, deserved to know of the tragedy that had befallen. They too, deserved a chance to mourn the passing of one so devoted to Wailing Rock. The Nature Spirits, in turn, could inform those that needed to know but couldn't understand Audrey's language.
The island itself might feel this sorrow. It had lost a son. Harry had been fifth generation on this island. His own grandfather had taught him the ways of their people. All of the stories, legends, and the truths. He had been the last of the Longfoot clan. Surely the Island would feel the loss.
And still, she kept howling through the night. She didn't feel the burn in her throat, nor the thirst. All she knew was she had to keep howling for Harry's memory until the Dawn came for them both.
When it did, Audrey finally stopped. The rising sun was just coming up and her tribute to her friend finished. She collapsed on the spot, still right outside the den's entrance. The shift back to human was not felt, nor were the tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally cried herself to sleep.